Pup #982

Brynhildr Frost is the sort of Husky who is ice clear and a little theatrical, with tail that curls into a question mark. On slow afternoons Brynhildr Frost organises an unsanctioned night patrol along the council fountain rim and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Brynhildr Frost and the way doors behave around them. Brynhildr Frost thinks the right life is one good walk near the lower mall after rain season, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary. Academic detail: Closed out pup school with a 2.95 GBS (Gud Boy Scale), having traded one whole semester of homework for snacks and somehow come out fine.